Two-dimensional evil contract

Qin Yu's thoughts changed sharply. Such an uncertain factor was not allowed to be ignored by him, but he repeatedly thought that there was nothing in his own mind that people could remember. Wild blood ginseng could almost be eliminated. This kind of thing is useless to the soul. .

"Does he want to take home to me after being strong?"

This thought just passed by in a flash. He believed that his body was not prominent, and he was far less powerful than those of the demon sect's arrogant sons of heaven, and would not pick him if he wanted to seize the house.

After thinking about it for a while, Qin Yu stopped thinking about these things. He didn't understand these things for the time being, and he might understand them when he came into contact with more things in the future.

Qin Yu cast his gaze on Jiao He, and saw that his mouth was vomiting blood and his whole body's cultivation was disrupted. He stood up embarrassed and looked over here in amazement. He flew up again when he saw Huang Sheng returned to the Ten Thousand Soul Banner. .

It's just that at this time, he no longer wants to fight. He feels the deepest in the scene just now. That kind of weird offense makes him impossible to defend, and there is no chance of winning.And he vaguely felt that that punch didn't use his full strength, otherwise he would have died at this moment.

"Father, how are you?" Jiao Ping shouted on the ground, his expression full of worries. Like everyone else, he did not expect that Qin Yu would only sacrifice a magic weapon to injure his father, even more so. The devil who was weak and leftover in Hengkou would be so tyrannical.At this moment, with anger in his heart, his five fingers grabbed Wu Heng's back forcefully, grabbing Wu Heng and inhaling a few breaths of air-conditioning, and the cold sweat even dropped in large drops, and he dared not scream out a word of pain.

At this time, Wu Heng was even more desperate. Looking at Qin Yu, his heart was rolling like a river. He had never seen Qin Yu with such strength. If he knew, he would not ask for Jiaohe to shoot, but to find a more powerful expert to shoot. .The hatred in his heart towards Qin Yu has not diminished, and he even thinks that everything he has today was caused by Qin Yu.

Jiaohe shook his head in the air: "I'm fine." Then he fisted at Qin Yu, bent over and bowed: "Thank you, your Excellency for not making a heavy hand. I lost."

As the phrase "I'm defeated" came out, everyone in the Black Kunbu standing on the ground immediately burst into exclamations. They have been suppressed for too long. The decline of the tribe and the darkness of the future are here. Expelled all in World War I!

In the past, they were weak and small, and they could only bow their heads and look up to the Flood Dragon Clan who had pioneers in wasteland. Now, they don't need to look up, they don't need to bow their heads, they are the tribe that makes others look up and let others bow their heads!

For hundreds of years, they have been fighting without peace. At the same time, for hundreds of years, they have to survive under the eyes of small and medium tribes, but now they are not used anymore. They are no longer the bottom layer among the wild tribes. , Is no longer a chaotic tribe that fights against other tribes for a little bit of petty profit, they will gradually stabilize and be peaceful.

At this moment, many people who had never shed tears in the battle shed tears of excitement. They knew that from then on, they would rise and grow stronger, and would no longer be the weak who were bullied.

"The clan father..."

"The clan father..."

The crowd shed tears, whispered and yelled at their Patriarch, as if this was the only way to completely vent the unwillingness that had been accumulated in their hearts for hundreds of years.

This low roar fell in Jiao He's ears, making his look gloomy. He understood that this defeat was not only related to himself, but also to his tribe...